RIDE THE TRAIN:

Red light cocoon at sunrise, the 05:19 to Cardiff, return to homeland, back to the beginning. That night we stumbled into the rain looking for a deal that never came who could imagine a morning as beautiful as this? The jam on last night’s TV, the welcome & the company would’ve driven me to the bar & gutter on the back of such a high. Instead we left grinning, drove back to London swapping texts & messages, stopped for bagels at the Elephant in memory of that first gig at the Ministry. “This must be how pop stars live!” You laughed, toasting the night with stubby brown clink of bottles of fizzy malt.

(K)